There she stood, walking her small bicycle, adorned with basket and flowers, through a long walkway lined with towering trees. Flower petals swept through the air and through her hair. Then she suddenly stops and turns around, almost instinctively. A young man from a far distance comes walking her way -- with a giant smile on his face. He walks past me and I see this huge bouquet of flowers hiding behind his back. She puts her hand to her mouth and starts giggling profusely and saying things in disbelief. He says some charming things to her, hands her the flowers, and they laugh and hug and walk the rest of the walkway together, smiling and giggling at one another.

We all stare from the bus stop. Confused and amazed at this very cinematic Asian Drama we had just witnessed -- all done in a foreign dialect that no one understood. And yet, we all understood that this was the beginning of something good for this colorfully attired, orange-haired duo. Very beautiful indeed.